Mile High

For what felt like the millionth time I asked myself how I had got into this situation; squashed up against the side of the aircraft as the large woman next to me took up over three quarters of the two seats. Once again I could only conclude that it was because I am too damned polite to say no to anyone. Especially strong women!

It had all started in the duty free section of the airport. I was browsing through the brightly lit aisles of chocolate, tacky souvenirs and bottles of alcohol on the slim chance that something might catch my eye when a commanding voice pierced the air behind me.

‘Boy, could you be a dear and reach that bottle of whisky for me?’

I turned and was greeted by one of the most intimidating women I had ever laid eyes on. The first thing I noticed was her huge figure, not just that she was big but also her broad shoulders, bulging breasts and enormous round ass.

Despite her size she was very attractive, she had a very pretty face and her fat seemed to form perfect curves around her hips and chest. She was black, looked to be around 40 years old and and had an intense stare that I could feel even through her thick, Ray-Ban sunglasses.

My initial reaction was one of confusion as this lady was without a doubt tall enough to reach the bottle even on the top shelf, in fact I’d wager that she probably had a better reach than I did but not wanting to be rude I swallowed any protests I had and smiled.

‘Yes of course madam, it’s no problem at all,’

I reached up and retrieved the bottle for her. I went to hand it over but instead of taking it from me, she simply dismissed me with a wave.

‘Thank you young man,’ she called over her shoulder as she walked towards the checkouts ‘now bring it over here so I can pay.’

I did a double-take, shocked at how rude this woman was to someone who was doing her a favour. I considered putting the bottle back on the shelf and walking away but I couldn’t bring myself to sink to her level. Instead I grudgingly followed and took it over to the counter as she requested. Once there, she handed the money to the cashier and packed the whiskey away in one of many shopping bags which she must have left by the till.

I turned to leave but felt a strong hand clasp around my wrist and pull me back.

‘Where do you think you’re going boy?’ the woman demanded ‘you promised to help me with my bags.’

‘I… wait I only said…’ I stuttered in reply. I couldn’t believe what was happening, having done the her a favour this bitch was completely taking advantage. Still there was something about her expression that stopped me from saying no. Under the shop assistants confused gaze I crumbled and, just wanting the situation to end, mumbled an apology.

‘Yeah.. I-I’m sorry, where would you like them?’

‘Well to my flight of course, I board shortly so we better head straight over.’

With that she marched past me and out into the departure lounge before I had a chance to change my mind. Not quite believing the situation, I strained to lift the mountain of bags and shuffled after her as as quickly as I could.

My heart sank as we arrived at her gate and realised we would be on the same flight. I was changing in Dubai on my way out to Australia and it was just my luck that she would be on the same route for the first half of the journey at least. As I handed her bags over I managed to steal a look at her boarding pass and was relieved to see that we wouldn’t be sat next to each other. Finally something was going my way!

‘Thank you for your help boy, you have been just perfect,’ she said, extending her hand ‘and we were never properly acquainted, my name is Valerie.’

Once again I bit my tongue in annoyance at being called boy but nevertheless I took her hand.

‘No worries, I’m James,’ I smiled politely.

As we shook hands Valerie gripped with a vice-like strength to the point that I actually winced. However I couldn’t help but notice the slightly sensual way that she stroked my hand as she withdrew. It was the smallest contact but was definitely intentional and to my surprise I felt something stir inside me.

I hoped she didn’t notice me blush and I quickly buried my face in my phone, counting down the seconds until we boarded and I was finally rid of this strange woman. Eventually the airport PA system crackled into life and called us forward. Soon we were through the tunnel and onto the plane, waiting for the attractive air hostesses to direct us to our seats.

I stowed my hand luggage in the overhead locker and had just found my seat when I felt a delicate hand placed on my arm. Turning I saw an absolutely stunning blonde hostess smiling at me warmly.

‘Sir if you could follow me please,’ she asked politely.

Almost in a trance I followed her down the aisle, my mind racing with possibilities as to where she was taking me. Was I being upgraded to first class? Hell maybe she fancied me and wanted my phone number. Thoughts of what I would do to this beautiful women if given the chance filled my head but I soon saw with dread that waiting at the end of the aisle was a large black women with a highly amused look on her face.

‘W-what is this?’ I asked in confusion.

‘Well my dear,’ Valerie began ‘I was just explaining to the young lady here how helpful you had been to me and she has arranged for you to be moved next to me.’

I was in a state of shock. This wasn’t normal behaviour, surely I could be expected to be moved at this mad woman's request.

‘Well I don’t know…’ I started.

‘I just think it’s so nice what you’ve done for her. You sound like such a great guy,’ the blonde hostess interrupted. Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear ‘look this lady is a frequent flyer and very good tipper, we like to give her what she wants. Maybe if you do this for me I can find a way to reward you when we land.’

I was speechless for a moment but the glint in her eye told me that I would like the reward. I figured a few hours next to a strange woman would be worth the chance of a shot with this beauty.

‘Well when you put it that way, I’d be happy to,’ I reluctantly agreed, and slid in between Valerie and the window.

The blonde had given me a playful wink as she left and I was filled with excitement at what could be to come. This however was over 3 hours ago and she hadn’t even been back to check on me. I was getting the distinct feeling that I had been played.

Instead my only reward was being pushed more and more tightly against the window as Valerie seemed to take up more space by the minute. All the while talking incessantly about how she had important business to conduct in Dubai and was currently ‘gathering assets’ whatever the hell that meant.

As my legs started to cramp up, I tried in vain to stretch and get a bit of blood flowing. Noticing this, Valerie raised an eyebrow and snorted in derision. 

‘You don’t have to be polite you know, if you want me to shift a little just let me know.’

‘Well yeah I mean if that’s ok,’ I said, relieved not to have had to bring the subject up.

‘Yes of course,’ Valerie smiled sweetly ‘I’ll tell you what will be more comfortable, lift your leg up here.’

I didn’t quite get what she was meant but at this point I would do anything to relieve my discomfort. I shifted my weight and pivoted my leg up towards her.

I almost cried out when in one quick motion she took hold of my ankle and tucked it behind her, into the space between our seats. Then she shifted her immense weight between my legs so that I sandwiched between her and the side of the plane. The fatty flesh of her upper thigh was pushed right up against my cock and to my surprise, I felt myself begin to grow hard.

‘There you go dear, is that a little more comfortable?’ she asked innocently. 

‘Uh y-yeah,’ I stammered, trying to focus on halting my growing erection.

The next 20 minutes were some of the most intense of my life. It started with just a gentle pressure between my legs but as the plane bumped and shook through the air, Valerie’s thigh seemed to be almost grinding over my cock. My mind whirled as the pleasure began to build. I thought about making some excuse to switch position or stretch my legs but I kept silent, telling myself I was too scared that she might notice the hard-on but a little voice in my head whispered that perhaps I was actually starting to enjoy it.

The longer it went on the harder her leg seemed to press against me, my cock started throbbing with pleasure and I realised an orgasm was coming. This couldn’t be happening I thought, not in public. What if someone hears me? Surely at least Valerie would realise something was going on? Yet still I did nothing.

‘My my, perhaps you’re getting a little too comfortable.’

Valerie’s statement took a moment to sink in but a cold dread crept down my spine as its implications became apparent.

‘Oh dear, you thought I hadn’t noticed?’ Valerie smiled ‘did you really think you could hump my leg without me knowing about it?’

‘I-I didn’t mean to…’ I blurted out, unable to get the words out of my mouth.

‘Hush now dear of course you meant to,’ she went on ‘honestly it’s fine, I know it feels good. There’s no shame in enjoying it.’

Valerie turned her head and peered at my over the top of her sunglasses, I could feel her intense gaze burrowing into me.

‘Unless you want me to stop?’ she whispered seductively. 

I knew that I should put an end to this but the sensation between my legs was incredible and simply couldn’t bring myself to stop. Tongue-tied by fear all I could do was shake my head meekly.

‘I thought not,’ she said smugly ‘Well then just sit back and enjoy the ride.’

Pushing up from her seat Valerie moved over so that she was sitting on my lap. She ramped up the pace and began to gyrate her enormous ass firmly over my cock. Involuntarily, I thrusted my hips upwards against her and struggled to contain my groans of pleasure. 

After less than a minute of this heavenly dance I felt myself explode in my pants as the most intense orgasm of my life rolled over my body. Pleasure throbbed from the base of my cock to the tips of my fingers and I couldn’t help letting a grunt of ecstasy escape my lips. Hot cum burst from the end of my dick and seeped into my pants.

Valerie remained in place for a short while, giving my aching cock a few extra thrusts for good measure. Then as I leant my head back against the head-rest to try and catch my breath, she maneuvered herself into her seat and sat back as though nothing had happened. 

As I stared at the ceiling and my thoughts cleared, the reality of the last few minutes began to set in. Somehow I had been brought to orgasm by this stranger, this huge black woman who I would never have gone for in a million years, and now I hemmed into a cramped airline seat with a crotch-full of sticky ejaculate. Was this even legal? Had anyone else noticed what was going on?

More than anything I wanted to get out of my sodden pants, I awkwardly turned and motioned to Valerie that I wanted to get. She continued to stare at the in-flight entertainment as though I didn’t exist. I sighed and realised that as usual with her I would have to do this the hard way.

‘Sorry do you mind if I er… pop out?’ I asked timidly

‘Ah, looking to clear up that little mess in your pants,’ she asked with a hint of amusement.

‘Yes,’ I replied through gritted teeth ‘Do you mind?’

‘No not at all,’ she smiled ‘in fact while you’re in there, why don’t you pop this on for me.’

Reaching into the handbag at her side Valerie pulled out a small metallic device which I didn’t recognise but had a pretty good idea what it was for. It comprised of a phallic shaped cage made up of spiralling metal bars attached to a thick steel ring at its base.

‘What the fuck is that!’ I asked, staring in disbelief.

‘Watch your language boy!’ Valerie snapped ‘and “this” as you put it is a chastity device. I think you’ve just demonstrated that you can’t control yourself so I think it’s past time someone did that for you.’

I could only laugh at her sheer audacity. As if I would let someone I’ve just met put my cock in a cage. Well perhaps that beautiful air hostess could but certainly not someone like Valerie. Who did she think she was?

‘Look I’m not sure what you think is going on here,’ I said trying to sound assertive ‘but I’m really not into that kind of thing. I don’t quite know what you're playing at here but I think I’d like to move back to my original seat. Now will you please move so I can get out?’

I thought Valerie might snap at me or kick up a fuss but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Instead she calmly reached up and pressed the button above my head which would summon the airline staff over to us. As I looked on in confusion she spoke to me with a steel that I didn’t expect.

‘In 30 seconds an air hostess will be standing here asking why you hit that button,’ she began ‘once they arrive one of two things will happen. Either you will buy me a glass of the most expensive champagne on the menu before heading to the toilet and locking up your cock or I will explain to them that you are a sex pest who has been harassing me since we took off.’

My heart skipped a beat. This was a bizarre situation already but it had just got a whole lot more serious.

‘But that’s a total lie, they’ll never believe you,’ I retorted, sounding more sure of myself than I actually felt.

‘Well you can of course deny it, but good luck explaining to the air hostess why your pants are soaked with cum,’ she replied with a victorious grin.

Suddenly the pretty blonde air hostess appeared beside Valerie’s seat.

‘How can I help sir?’ she asked kindly.

I froze, stuck between a rock and a hard place. A bead of sweat trickled down my brow and I tried to ignore the thumping on my chest as I search for a way out. I desperately wanted to be anywhere else but trapped in a cabin at 30,000 feet, my options were limited. Reluctantly I swallowed my pride and chose the lesser of two evils.

‘Can I have a glass of your most expensive champagne please, for the lady?’

‘Actually I may want another, set me up a tab in the gentleman's name,’ she ordered before the hostess could respond ‘I assume that's not a problem?’

‘No,’ I sighed in resignation ‘that's no problem at all.’

The hostess smiled, took my card and sauntered off to process the order. As soon as she was gone Valerie allowed me to squeeze out and head to the toilet. She slipped the chastity cage into my hand as I passed which I did my best to hide from view. After hurrying down the aisle I slammed the door of the toilet shut behind, praying that none of the other passengers noticed what I was carrying.

Once I was safely shut off from the rest of the plane, everything seemed to hit me at once. I was angry, scared and downright confused as to how I had allowed myself to get into this situation. Panic was begining to set it but I knew I couldn't afford to lose my head. 

I hit the cold tap and splashed the water over my face. The cool liquid seemed to bring me to my senses and I felt myself start to calm down. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and took stock of the situation. I realised that I was overreacting, yes this was a strange situation but it wasn't the end of the world. 

In a few hours we would land and I would never have to see that crazy bitch again. If I had to wear this stupid device until then, well I guess I would just have to grin and bear it.

Feeling a little less sorry for myself, I undid my belt and peeled away my cum-soaked clothing. As it was the only thing to hand, I used the cheap, airline toilet roll to clean myself up. The underwear was a lost cause so I stashed it in the small bin provided, hoping no-one looked inside before we landed. I was however able to get the worst off the jeans and myself, I was confident that I was presentable enough that no-one else would notice.

That just left the question of what to do about the device. Now that I was cleaned up I was half tempted to throw it away, what could she do to me now? But I soon thought better of it, Valerie seemed to her this all planned out so would surely have something even worse up her sleeve if I tried anything. Instead I examined the small metal cage and tried to work out how to put it on 

It turned out that it really wasn't too difficult. I simply slipped my flacid cock into the main body of the cage, then with a little adjustment, secured the thicker metal ring around my balls to hold the device in place. Once the ring had clicked shut, it was obvious that it wasn't going to come off without being unlocked.

The cage was a snug fit but not uncomfortable, though it did feel oddly heavy against my legs. I did wonder though what would happen if I were to get hard, there certainly wasn't much room to expand! 

Once I had pulled my jeans back on it didn't look at all conspicuous, if I didn't know it was there I wouldn't have been able to tell anything was amiss. However as soon as I stepped out of the toilet door, I was sure everyone could tell what I was wearing. Every slight glance or smile was a knowing one, mocking me.

I was relieved to get back to the relative privacy of my seat; though my heart sank as I saw Valerie was now reclining over both seats, smiling up at me while sipping the expensive champagne bought with my money.

‘Is it on?’ she asked curtly.

Painfully aware that she was making no effort to be discreet I just nodded, praying she might keep her voice down.

‘Well forgive me for checking but…’

She reached and squeezed my crotch, smiling as her fingers felt the cold steel beneath. My cheeks burned red and I was sure the man three rows back had looked over.

‘Good boy,’ she grinned ‘Now please take a seat.’

Pleased to get away from the prying eyes of the other passengers I eagerly shuffled forward to retake my window seat. A shake of the head from Valerie though told me this was not going to be so easy.

‘No you misunderstand me, I don't mean this seat. Can you not see that I'm sitting here now?’ she asked with a raised eyebrow ‘I think you've been far too comfortable so far, there’s plenty of room for you on the floor here.’

Looking at where she was gesturing there didn't seem to be much space at all. There was only the limited floor space between our seats and those infront, most of which was already taken by Valerie’s legs. 

Sensing my hesitation, Valerie added ‘unless you want me to loudly and publicly announce what you were doing for so long in the toilet?’

I signed and accepted my fate. Instead to retaking my semi-comfortable window seat, I crouched and lowered myself into the tight floor space available. To make matters worse, Valerie seemed determined to spread herself out as much as possible and sandwiched me between her thick legs.

As I looked up she literally towered over me. I must have looked pretty pathetic crunched in a ball at her feet. She certainly seem amused as she peered down on me; smiling playfully she reached down, stroking my face with affection.

‘You really are a little cutie aren’t you,’ she cooed ‘so eager to please.’

I certainly didn't feel eager to please her. But as she held all the cards I just smiled up timidly and nodded in agreement.

‘Oh yes, anything for you,’ I croaked, hoping this was what she want to hear.

‘I thought as much,’ she went on, now tickling me behind the ear as though I was her pet ‘in fact there is something you can do for me, as I'm being so nice in keeping that little secret between your legs.’

‘What would you like me to do?’ I asked reluctantly.

‘Well my dear if you remember I gave you a rather enjoyable little present earlier. Maybe you could return the favour?’

‘R-return the favour,’ I stuttered, knowing what she meant but not wanting to accept it ‘What here? In front of all these people?’

‘Well you didn't seem to have a problem when it was you on the receiving end,’ she insisted ‘Come on, I'll help you get started.’

Valerie reached down and cupped the back of my head with a large hand. Despite wanting to stop more than anything, I offered no resistance as she guided my head up between her thighs. She lifted her loose fitting dress and allowed me to duck beneath it; the dress was long enough that once inside it pretty much covered me. It was hot and stuffy in there but I was grateful for the small modesty it provided.

Her legs parted just enough to allow my head between them and then rolled back shut. Valerie's meaty thighs enveloped my head, I was trapped in a prison of flesh with my world reduced to the space between her legs. I couldn't see well but knew that my face was squashed up against her pussy, my lips on hers.

Knowing what was expected of me, I swallowed my displeasure and got to work with my tongue. Though I was no great talent in the bedroom, my ex-girlfriend had loved being serviced orally so here I knew what I was doing. I licked and probed at her clit with my tongue, kissing her as passionately as I would a lover.

From the way her thighs moved around me and the faint moans I heard emitted above me I knew I was doing a good job. As I figured the quickest way for this to be over was to bring her to climax, I ramped up the pace and worked away furiously. Unexpectedly I actually felt my cock start to stiffen again, pushing uncomfortably against the walls of its cage. Surely I wasn't starting to enjoy this!

Within minutes I had brought her to orgasm with my tongue. As she came, Valerie gripped my head viciously and ground it into her pussy. Her thighs clamped shut around my head hard enough that I saw stars. I struggled against her to great some oxygen which she seemed to relish for a moment, then relented and loosened her grip enough for me to slide back onto the floor.

I gulped down air greedily as Valerie looked down on me once again, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

‘That's quite a tongue you have young man, definitely something I can work  with,’ she said with a wink.

I had no idea what she meant by ‘work with.’ If she thought that I was ever going to see her again after this flight then she was very much mistaken. 

To my relief Valerie’s orgasm seemed to have satisfied her and the rest of the flight, though incredibly cramped and uncomfortable, passed without incident. In fact she pretty much ignored me,sat at her feet, and busied herself with making the most out of the tab I had set up for her.

She ordered an endless stream of champagne, chocolate and even some jewelry. I was going travelling on a budget and this would doubtedly take a significant chunk out of it. I had to bite back my anger but ultimately I knew there was nothing I could do about it. If the air hostess thought it strange that I was sitting on  the floor she didn't mention it. Perhaps I wasn't the first poor sap Valerie had cornered into doing this.

After what felt like a lifetime we finally started our descent. Once the seatbelt lights came on Valerie allowed me to retake my seat and strap myself in. I'm not really a great flyer and normally hate the landing, but today I couldn’t wait to touch down on the tarmac and end this once and for good.

We sat in silence as the plane landed and taxied over to the terminal. I was almost afraid that Valerie would just walk off and leave once we arrived but as the plane began to empty, she ordered me to pick up her bags and follow her into the terminal.

As I opened the overhead lockers and took out the mountain of bags I soon realised that it was going to be almost impossible to carry both my own hand luggage and her shopping. Especially since she had added to her load mid-flight at my expense. While I struggled to get them all out together, I heard a voice from behind me.

‘Can I help you sir?’

I turned to see the beautiful air hostess smiling at me.

‘Here let me take that for you,’ she offered, reaching out and grabbing my bag.

Suddenly I felt positive again, her angelic voice had washed away the shame of the 9 hour flight. As she took the luggage from my hand she stepped forward so that she stood so close we were almost touching.

‘Thanks for taking care of the old lady,’ she purred, her eyes suddenly alight with passion and mischief ‘she'll leave a hefty tip as always. Don't think I'm not grateful.’

She was close enough that I could feel her breath on my face and felt my cock stiffen in excitement.

‘How about I keep hold of this,’ she said, gesturing to my bag which she held ‘and you come collect it from me in departures. Then maybe I'll give you that reward we were talking about.’

I winced as my cock strained against the walls of its cage, suddenly reminding me of my predicament. Finally I had met a beautiful women who seemed interested in me and my dick was locked away in a steel prison. I needed to get this of off me and fast, so I nodded eagerly and agreed to be there as soon as possible. Then hastily gathered up the shopping bags and scuttled after Valerie.

It took me a few minutes to catch up to her. How could such a large woman move so quickly? By the time I stopped alongside her she was waiting at luggage collection for her bag.

‘Hey,’ I panted, trying to catch my breath ‘Erm before you leave do you mind… you know…’

‘What, unlocking your cock?’ she asked in amusement.

My cheeks burned red with shame. She made no effort to keep her voice down and we were getting some strange looks from our fellow passengers.

‘Well, yes actually,’ I muttered under my breath ‘I have to be somewhere so need this off right now.’

‘Well you'll have to be patient I'm afraid, I have a very important package to collect.’

With some restraint, I held back my retort. If Valerie didn't unlock me then I was never going to get anywhere with the hostess so everything was riding on me keeping her on side. Instead I flashed her my best smile and waited until her bag arrived on the conveyor belt.

After watching seemingly half of the airports luggage slowly trundle past, Valerie eventually reached over and plucked out her bag. Like her it was enormous but she seemed to manage it as though there were nothing inside. Was she just really strong or was this “important package" very light.

Before I could dwell on that thought she peeled away from the crowd and gestured for me to follow. To my relief she lead me to the entrance for the toilets, where the gents branched off to the left and the ladies to the right. I was finally going to have this thing taken off!

Just beside this entrance stood an impeccably dressed Arabic man, standing to attention. He wasn't particularly large but you could tell that under his pristine shirt, he was in good shape. As we went past Valerie motioned towards him.

‘Pass the bags over to Javid will you dear’ she instructed.

This struck me as odd, who was this man and why was he waiting for us? Nevertheless I was grateful to pass off the heavy bags so handed them over to him. He wordlessly accepted.

‘Javid could you please bring the car around? I will be with you shortly, I just need to take care of something for this young man.’

I thought I detected a hint of a smile as Javid nodded and replied ‘Yes Ma'am,’ before taking his leave.

Still dragging her bag behind her Valerie continued forward through the entrance. I assumed she would head into the disabled toilet directly in front of us but to my horror, she turned right and into the ladies.

‘Hey, wait!’ I called after her ‘I can't go in there.’

‘It’s the only place this is happening dear,’ I heard her say as she round the corner and walked out of sight.

I sighed once again. Although I really didn't want to follow her into the ladies toilet but if I wanted this cage off then it looked like I had little choice. I looked around nervously, keen to avoid any prying eyes, then darted to my right and quickly went after her.

At the end of a thin corridor I found a frosted glass door upon which an ‘out of order’ sign was hanging. Not seeing anywhere else she could have gone, I tentatively pushed open the door and slipped inside.

The bathroom itself was whitewashed and brightly lit; it had the clinical feel of a doctor's waiting room. Being the first time I had been into a ladies toilet it was an alien environment. It was far cleaner for a start and aside from the rows of sinks and empty cubicles, the tiled walls were broken up only by one small window.

In front of the sinks stood Valerie, her huge black frame even more imposing against the bright white backdrop. She wore a satisfied grin on her face and looked at me as a cat might an unsuspecting sparrow.

‘Alight then dear,’ she began ‘let's have those clothes off. I want you completely stripped and stood to attention.’

‘Wait, surely I don't need everything off,’ I asked, puzzled ‘can’t you just quickly unlock the cage so I can be on my way?’

Valerie threw me a withering look.

‘You know I’m getting pretty tired of you constantly questioning me young man. One more show of insolence and you can damn well find someone else to get that thing off of you. Now strip!’

I hesitated for a moment but knew it was in my best interest to go along with it. Finding someone to cut the cage off once in Australia would be difficult and potentially costly. Her expensive taste of champagne had already taken a hit out of my travelling budget and I couldn't afford to lose any more. Plus there was the small matter of the attractive air hostess waiting for me just on the other side of those doors.

Reluctantly I unfastened my belt and let my jeans slide to the floor. I then kicked them off along with my shoes and removed my t-shirt to discard on the pile. Now wearing nothing but a cage over my cock and trying not to shiver, I stood straight and prayed that it would soon be over.

Standing naked in such a public setting, I had never felt as vulnerable. As Valerie paced her way across the tiled floor towards me I seemed to shrink in stature. The shaking began in my legs but by the time she reached me, it had grown into a tremble that shook my entire body. 

As I tried to bring myself under control she stalked in a circle around me, examining her cornered prey. I flinched as her left hand lightly grazed my buttocks. Valerie seemed amused.

‘There you go,’ she whispered from behind me ‘Now we can have some real fun.’

Without warning Valerie strode past me purposefully and in one swift motion, bent down to scoop up the pile of clothes at my feet. She briskly made her way across the room to the small window I had seen earlier. As she pushed it open I realised with a cold dread what she was doing but by then it was too late. There was nothing I could do as she pushed the bundle of clothes through the small gap and let them fall to the floor below.

My world froze. I felt the panic rise like the tide and my heart beat thunderously in my chest. Everything so far had been like some kind of weird game but suddenly it felt all too real. Valerie turned around and smiled, looking like the cat that got the cream. She stepped forward and began advancing slowly; my naked, pale body seemed to shrink into itself with each step.

As she reached me I realised I should be angry but all I could feel was fear. There was something about this woman that put me on edge.

‘L-look,’ I stammered ‘I don't know what you want but please…’

‘Shhhh,’ she silenced me with a finger to my lips ‘don't talk, just follow.’

Her hand slipped around my waist and she gripped my hip firmly. I allowed her to guide me across the room to the suitcase which she had brought in with her. She leaned forward and unzipped the case, allowing me to see inside. To my surprise, it was completely empty.

‘Get in,’ Valerie ordered, staring at me intently.

‘Wait, what?’ I exclaimed, sure that I had misunderstood.

‘You heard me, get in the bag.’

I was speechless. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I stared into the dark abyss beneath the lid of the suitcase. My mind raced as I tried to think of an escape but I kept drawing a blank. All I knew was that if I got in that case, I would lose all control over a situation that was already spiralling alarmingly.

‘Alright this is getting way out of hand,’ I asserted, mustering as much authority as I could ‘I'm not going to let you put me in a bag. If you don't give me some clothes and take this fucking cage off my cock right now, I will call security and have you arrested.’  

The room stood still for a moment and Valerie just stared at me. The silence was deafening and I tried desperately not to show the fear I felt in my chest. The suspense was broken when, without warning, Valerie's hand darted forward and slapped me hard across the face.

I cried out in pain and reached up to touch my hot stinging cheek. the tension and fear of the previous few minutes was released as I burst into tears.

‘Look I’m going to spell this out for you very clearly,’ she barked, jabbing a thick finger into my chest ‘in 30 seconds I am going to walk out of that door and one of two things is going to happen. Either you are going to be safely tucked away in the suitcase with me or you will be left in chastity and completely naked in the women's bathroom.’

She paused then added with a wicked grin ‘I’ve heard the authorities have a somewhat conservative attitude towards public indecency in Dubai, I can only imagine what they would make of you!’

My heart skipped a beat as her plan finally clicked into place. She had me over a barrel. If I stayed here I would be arrested without a doubt and in this country God knows what would happen. At best I would be deported and registered as a sex offender but I could be looking at a lengthy spell in a Dubai jail. I had no option but to do as she said.

I blinked the tears out of my eyes and reluctantly stepped into the open case.

It was a tight fit but with a little effort I managed to lower myself in and squeeze my shoulders between each lid. By hugging my knees and curling up into a ball I was able to position myself so that my entire body had been swallowed into the case.

Through the slit of light available to me I looked by at Valerie, who stared down victoriously. Unable to hold back I was now crying into my knees and begging her to stop this madness.

‘P-please, don't do this,’ I sobbed, tears running hot down my cheeks.

Her hard expression softened and appeared almost sympathetic. She reached down and affectionately brushed the tears from my face.

‘Hush now little one, don't be afraid,’ she said soothingly ‘There's nothing you can do. You just have to accept that you're mine now. Be a good boy and I promise i'll look after you. Okay?’

It was strange how this one kind gesture, even after all she had done to me, made me feel so much better. Looking up into her motherly face I could tell that she cared for me in her own way. Clearly she enjoyed tormenting me but something in her caring eyes told me I could trust her. 

I choked back my tears and offered up a weak smile as I nodded in agreement.

‘O-okay I'll be good, I p-promise,’ I stammered.

‘That's a good boy,’ Valerie said, smiling affectionately ‘but just in case you decide to do something stupid…’

She disappeared from my line of sight and I heard her fiddling with something. A moment later her huge black form reappeared and she bent down, reaching into the suitcase towards me. As her hand drew level with my face I could see she held a large pair of purple panties lace panties. I recognised them as the pair she had worn on the flight.

‘Open wide,’ she ordered.

Suppressing a shudder of revulsion at the sight of her worn, sweaty underwear I did as I was told. Valerie forcefully pushed the panties between my lips and I felt my mouth fill with the silky material. The taste of her was warm and sour against my tongue. It took every ounce of self control I possessed not to spit them straight back out.

As if she sense my temptation, Valerie rummaged in one of the cases outer pockets and removed a roll of duct tape. With a practised hand she ripped off a strip and used it to seal my mouth firmly shut. 

‘Just in case you felt tempted to do something stupid like try to cause a commotion once we leave the bathroom,’ Valerie explained.

She took one last, longing look down at me and said ‘We're going to have such fun together.’

Then she zipped the case closed and in an instant my world went dark. Once again the fear rose in my belly. The sides of the suitcase pressed against me and I tried to ignore then increasing sense of claustrophobia.

I couldn't believe just how quickly things had spiralled out of hand. All this because I couldn't control my damn cock. Why didn't I tell her to stop when she touched me on the flight. Or for that matter when she ordered me to carry her bags at the airport in the first place. Did I really think I stood a chance with the pretty air hostess? I could only curse the series of poor decisions that had brought me here, gagged and naked bar a chastity device, packed away in a suitcase like a pile of clothes by a domineering woman who had god knows what in mind for me.

The case tilted and I could feel that I was being wheeled along. It was obvious that we had left the bathroom but in the darkness it was impossible to judge how far we had gone. It felt strange to think that there were probably people all around me, completely oblivious to the fact I was being kidnapped right in front of them.

The temperature seemed to rise dramatically and I realised that we must have left the air conditioned terminal and were now outside in the unforgiving Dubai sunshine. My stomach lurched as the case rose off the ground and was put back down roughly. There was a loud thud followed by an eerie silence; then the familiar sensation of a car smoothly pulling away.

It dawned on me that I was now in real danger. If it weren't for the panties filling my mouth I would have screamed at the top of my lungs. I thrashed and kicked in a vain escape attempt but I already knew it was too late. Questions whirled through my mind. Where were they taking me? What did they want? Would I ever see my family again? I could do nothing but sob into the darkness as the car cruised on through the city, taking me to whatever terrifying fate lay in wait.